AIBU to think that unusual things happen when someone is dying?

[Jelly4444]

Just to brighten up everyone's day...🤣

I'm not a big believer in religion, the paranormal or an afterlife but I do believe that unusual things happen when someone is dying.

When my grandmother was dying we saw a bright light raise up from behind her house and float in the sky for a few mins (irish countryside, halfway up a mountain!). We couldn't work out what it was. We all agreed that none of us were afraid and that we felt calmer after seeing it.

When my father was dying in hospital there was an overwhelming smell of beautiful flowers in the room. When I try to remember it now I believe it was freesias. I even gave my father a hug and a sniff to work out if the smell was from him . Only my sister and I could smell it but a nurse came in at one point and she remarked on the smell of flowers too. My father was convinced his mother in the room. He also thought that there was a young girl there too. He had a sister who died before he was born.

When my grandfather died suddenly (he was ill but we didn't expect it) we saw lights in the sky again.

When my other grandmother was dying she thought that there was crows in the room which was scary to say the least!!

I've been around other relatives when they were dying but didn't notice anything unusual. I would love to hear other people's experiences... or if you think its all nonsense!

AIBU to think that strange things happen when people are dying or is it just our minds playing tricks on us?

The brain sometimes has a last blast I think. My grandmother was quite withdrawn and quiet for months she had terminal cancer then one night became amazingly vivacious talked for an hour about my late grandfather and her life went to lie down and when mum came back with the tea she had died.

@Topseyt, I had the same thing happen when a friend was dying. I dreamt of her all night, it was like a film reel going through my head. I like to think that it was her saying goodbye.

My mum reported that my aunt (her sister), her husband (my uncle) and my dad were in the room with her, just sitting. They had all died several years previously.

That was pretty much the last coherent thing she said. She died a few days later.

I was about 5/6 when my grandad died. I apparently asked my mum to ask him to stop following me in the day’s after he died.

Also, the Disney film ‘Coco’ has a scene like this. The great grandmother has dementia and suddenly ‘comes back’ we are shown that she dies soon after. It’s very moving and well done.

I've mentioned this on here before, but my DS was just 13 when my mum died and they were extremely close, not least as she was especially good with his learning difficulties

So when the next morning he was really keen to talk about grandma visiting him, I joined in with saying what lovely times we had together ... except there was something he was struggling to explain, and eventually it came out: "No, mum, grandma came to see me last night"

I dreamt about my friend’s mum the night she died. In the dream I went to her house to say goodbye to her. She was busy dusting ( something she did constantly in real life) I went to hug her and she yelled at me stop distracting her and then gave me a pinch. The pinch woke me up.

She died about 4am that morning. My friend told me some of her last words were to remind her to dust the shelves..

Step dad died at 6am, mother came to mine at noon, she came in, sat down and I was so cold I was shivering.. She left, I stopped being cold. A few times in the following months my hand would be freezing. He was a smoker and there would sometimes be the smell of a cigarette in my bathroom, there one minute gone the next.. I swear it was him.

When mother died I felt nothing. People ask how I was and I'd say I'm OK because I was and the amount of people who said No you're not, you can't be... Well I bloody was. Drove me bloody mad. Not every death means you'll cry or grieve.

Humans are strange

Minding my Grandmother's house over Christmas. My Grandfather had died years, before on Christmas Eve. It was only when we got up in the morning that we realised that the clock had stopped at the time of his death. We hadn't believed my GM.

My Mum went into hospital on the day she died barely able to breathe (lung cancer), she was put on oxygen. She took it off and had a sing song and dance around the bed an hour before she died.

The night before my DH died he became coherent. He smelt like him again as well, as though he'd come home from work.

@silentpool

That is what my Dad said. He isn't really a woo sort of person, but it is the impression he had.

Several years later, I had a weird dream about him and his mother too. It is one of only a couple of dreams in my life that I can actually remember. In it, and knowing that she was by then long dead, he dialled her phone number, which rang and rang and rang. Intent on hanging on for an answer that he knew would not come, he gave me the handset and asked me to hang on for him while he nipped away to do something. I did, and was listening to it ring and ring. I was scared silly when it was suddenly answered because I knew it shouldn't have been.

I woke up at that point shaking in my bed. I had heard no voice, I woke before then. It took me quite a while to calm down.

I told my Dad about the dream later that day and he told me that this was the first year that he had not transferred her telephone number from his old diary to his new one (it was January, soon after New Year and the transferring of numbers from the old diary was one of his rituals).

I only got to my mum a few hours before she died and I swear she waited for me

I've known any number of medical staff who believe this is beyond dispute

You wouldn't think we have any control over the timing of our deaths, but while I realise humans love to look for "paterrns", they maintain than waiting for a person, an event or whatever happens far too often to be within the realms of coincidence

When my MIL died (after a short battle with breast cancer) I am convinced that she waited until my 2 SIL had left the house to get something to eat and that my BIL, who had traveled down from Scotland, and DH were with her. I am convinced that she didn't want her daughters to see her go but wanted her sons there.

Never experienced anything unusual but am very interested in other people's stories.

I have experienced similar things, after doing a lot of looking into it I believe that DMT is released from the pineal gland when we are dying and that's why we see things before death.

The one that has always moved me was when I was nursing on a children's ward. It's well over 40 years ago but I will never forget. I little boy with bone cancer. he was about 6 years old. He had been in a lot of pain and had been kept sedated for days to keep him pain free.

His mum was sitting with him quietly crying. He suddenly opened his eyes and said 'Don't worry about me Mummy, I'm having lovely dreams.' We were all in pieces, she was slightly calmed at the time and he died a few hours later.

I know at the time, it wasn't much comfort, but I really believe in the long term, it will have brought her so much comfort to know that he wasn't suffering.

Mines sounds bonkers but bear with me....

The night my grandad died I was having a very specific dinner. I found out just after I finished eating. It put me off eating that meal again for a while.

Then one night, about 4 months later - I decided to cook it again. It was very tasty & I was very pleased! And just after I finished eating - my Dad knocked at the door and told me my Grandma died.

It’s my favourite food!! And I’m literally too paranoid to eat it ever again 😂

We experienced Terminal Lucidity with my mum. It was extraordinary.

I was on my way home for the weekend while I was at nursing college and while I was on the bus I suddenly thought ‘my granny isn’t very well’. My Dad picked me up at the bus stop and told me my granny was really ill. She died that weekend. A few years later after my grandpa died as well I had a really vivid dream that I was at their house looking out of their landing window and they were both stood at this little wall smiling and waving at me, looking much younger than I would remember them. It was like they were saying they had found each other again and were happy. It was lovely.

My grandmother had a small garden with absolutely no flowers/bushes. It was just a green square with a privet hedge.

She was with my grandfather for 61 years. He used to bring her a bunch of red Rose's (her favourite flower) throughout their entire relationship. When he died of a sudden heart attack, it devastated her.

A few years later, she got diagnosed with terminal cancer and died at home with palliative care nurses. The belief that she was going to see my grandfather again gave her a lot of comfort in the weeks leading up to her death. The same day that she passed, one of the nurses spotted a rose bush in the garden with a red rose in bloom. It definitely hadn't been there before as it would of stuck out like a sore thumb in an entirely green garden and I was playing with my dog and my aunt and uncle's dog just a few days before and it hadn't been growing then. I'd have definitely seen it.

I still believe that it was a sign, whether God sent it or he allowed her to send it, that she had been safely reunited with my grandfather.

A musical instrument played in the middle of the night. We didn't make the sounds (from another room) and there were no pets. No windows open. A close family member passed away a couple of hours later.

My Fil was a shepherd and he died in his bedroom which overlooked his sheep field. Leading up to his death, the sheep hung about close to the fence near the house, despite the field being enormous. They weren’t hungry as my dh was looking after them.
It may well have been a coincidence but I like to think they sensed something.

My dad died at 5am one morning in December. My brother and I were phoned and informed. The phone call pulled my brother out of a dream that he'd been lying sleeping in bed and Dad had sat down next to him and smiled at him.

The night my father passed there was an earthquake (Yorkshire) the bookcase, bed shook and very loud audible rumblings going on, his dog howling. The earthquake was widely reported in the press/tv the next day.

And I agree with the lucidity, my dad sent me a couple of text messages the day before he died whereas he hadn't managed to send anything more than an emoji for at least a week.